I think that I am a birdlime
Sticky enough to take birds
From the meadow, flies from my balcony
Strips of leaves too on the footpaths.
As I walk down the street
I tow along with me the spider's gossamer
And if I stray into water
I am yet to know if my sticky hands
Will glue a fish
But I will write about the water and its biology
Making sure I'm home without nothing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem